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Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts...
Hey, Eugene,
This is Henry McClean
And I've finished my beautiful flying machine
And I'm ringing to say
That I'm...
It was just before dawn
One miserable morning in black 'forty four.
When the forward commander
Was told to sit...
What shall we use to fill the empty spaces
Where waves of hunger roar?
Shall we set out across the sea of faces
In...
Mighty waves come crashing down,
The spray is lashing high into the eagle's eye
Shrieking as it cuts the devil wind, ...
Well, I'm a King Bee
Buzzing around your hive
Yes, I'm a King Bee, child
Buzzing around your hive
I can...
Leave, when I ask you to leave, Lucy
Please, far away from me, Lucy
Oh, go little girl
Seen, is (oh so) broken up...
In yellow shoes I get the blues
Though I walk the streets with my plastic feet
With my blue velvet trousers, make me feel...
Scream thy last scream old woman with a casket
Blam blam your pointers point your pointers
Waddle with apples...
Oh my, girl sitting in the sun
Go buy, candy and a currant bun
I like, to see you run
Like that......
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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
And shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field, tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
And hear the softly spoken magic spell
[Thanks to mike__m89@hotmail.com, Tpmcentee@hotmail.com, theykingedmenaive@yahoo.com for correcting these lyrics]
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